Too Close To Break

by M. A. Innes

  Kevin was shaking and uncoordinated as he positioned himself over my dick. Reaching down to hold it steady was the only help I gave him. I loved watching him. He was so beautiful and so desperate that it took several tries before his body relaxed enough to pull me in.

  Every muscle was flexed and taut as he sat up and eased my cock into his stretched opening. He was loose enough that it wasn’t painful, but I knew he’d feel it. His eyes drifted closed, and I knew it took every bit of concentration to fight the urge to fuck himself hard.

  “Slowly, Baby. You know that’s what I want to see.” I reached up and started trailing my fingers up his legs, inching my way toward his cock. “I don’t want to rush a sexy sight like this.”

  He might have been frustrated by the slow pace and frantic with need, but every part of me wanted to turn us over and fuck him into the mattress. I wanted to take him so hard he’d feel me deep inside him for days. But that wasn’t the plan.

  When my cock was finally nestled deep inside him and his ass was pressed tight to my legs, I reached up and took hold of his dick. “Up and down now, show me how you like to fuck yourself on my cock.”

  The dirty talk made him moan and his eyes squeezed tighter as he started to move. Riding my dick slowly, he gradually started to go faster when I didn’t tell him to stop. The tight grip on his cock made it hard to keep up the pace though because the faster he went, the more my fingers pulled at his cock.

  “So fuckin’ incredible. So beautiful. Stop right there so I can see you, Baby.” It took him several long seconds before the words cut through the lust-filled fog in his brain, but finally they made sense, because he stopped halfway down my dick and started to whimper.

  They were the most perfect sounds I’d ever heard.

  His opening was stretched around me, and his body was so rigid it was almost painfully tight around my dick. Thinking was becoming harder and harder, but I pushed away the need so I could focus on him. Keeping a firm hold on his rigid length, I used my other hand to play with his balls that were beautifully on display for me.

  Kevin’s lips fell open and his head dropped back as he started to ramble out little pleas. They weren’t words, but I didn’t need them to understand what he was trying to say. I just wasn’t ready to give in to him yet. I hadn’t pushed him far enough.

  Rolling his balls between my fingers, watching him fight the urge to just slam down and fuck himself, I could feel his body shaking around me. “So incredible. All right, Baby, ride me again. Let me see that pretty hole stretch.”

  Kevin sank down on me so fast he had to feel my dick all the way up to his throat. If it weren’t for the blissed-out expression on his face and the way his cock jumped in my hand, I would have thought he was in pain.

  Gliding up and down my hard length, he fucked himself, using my body to push his desire even higher. When I could feel his muscles quivering and I knew he was seconds away from coming, I spoke again. “Stop. Let me see you just like that.”

  He was balanced on his knees, just at the point where my dick was almost sliding out of his tight heat. Little whimpers escaped him, and he fought to open his eyes and look at me. It seemed to take every bit of strength in him. “But…need…and…you…and please…”

  Giving his cock another firm tug, I watched him shake. “I know you want to come and feel me deep inside you, but you were naughty earlier, weren’t you?”

  Clenched muscles bunched even tighter and his eyes widened. Even naked, perched on my cock and nearly begging to be fucked, he looked sweet and almost innocent. Just the way he watched me made me feel ten feet tall.

  Like I was everything to him.

  Most of the time, that look meant something tender and loving but in this moment, it was carnal and filled with desire. I was everything to him, but it was a wicked and needy kind of love. He finally nodded, and moaned out an agreement as I teased his dick. “Yessss.”

  “I’ll let you keep going this time, but I’m still not sure if you’ve been good enough to come.” He started to groan as he sank down on me. “Slowly, and I want you to work my cock. I want you to milk every drop of cum from me when I explode.”

  He got through two agonizingly slow movements up and down my hard length before my patience gave out. Kevin was shaking and little words were tumbling out, but they didn’t mean anything that I could decipher. He looked like he was completely lost in a world of desire where nothing else was real enough to touch him.

  Nothing but me.

  My cock was just barely inside him as he started to sink down on me again, the slow movement almost hypnotic. He was expecting the gentle slide of my dick into his body, but I thrust my hips up and slammed my cock deep inside him and tightened my hand around his shaft.

  His orgasm exploded through him and cum shot out of his cock in long ropes. His body jerked, and he lost the slow sexy rhythm he’d been riding me to. When my hips rocked down, ready to fuck him again, his body sank down with me, writhing and chasing after the pleasure that was flooding through him.

  Kevin cried out in pleasure, and I knew half the apartment building would be able to hear him, but he was too far gone to even care. I don’t know if it was the incredible feel of his body orgasming around mine or just how beautiful he was when he came, but his orgasm pulled me right along with him.

  As he started to sag down onto me, I pulled him close and rolled us over. He wrapped his arms around me while I gave a few final hard thrusts, loving how his body worked to surround me with pleasure. When we were both sated and exhausted, I cuddled him close as my cock started to soften.

  “Somebody wasn’t very quiet.”

  He yawned and smiled. “I think you’re going to have to punish me again then.”

  “I’m going to have to.” Trailing my fingers up and down his back, I felt him shiver as my cock slid out of his body. “You have to learn your lesson.”

  He wiggled when I hit a ticklish spot. “Oh yes.” He snuggled even closer into me and tucked his head next to my neck. “My real punishment is having to get out of bed to go finish my reading for tomorrow.”

  I laughed, which just made him grunt. “That is a terrible punishment. How about after you’re done, I’ll get the desserts out and we can actually cuddle in bed?”

  “Perfect.”

  I lifted my head up and looked down at his sleepy, relaxed expression. Mumbling, he wrapped one arm around me. “Five minutes, then I’ll move.”

  About ready to agree with him, I opened my mouth but was cut off by the phone ringing. Kevin wiggled but didn’t even pretend to get up. “Answer that?”

  It wasn’t a real sentence, but I could guess what he meant. “I don’t need to. If it’s work, they’ll leave a message.”

  He nodded halfheartedly and yawned again. As I started to close my eyes, telling myself we had time to relax for a few minutes, the phone rang a second time. My clients didn’t have emergencies or problems that had to be solved right then. It wasn’t like I was a doctor or something, so I just ignored it, figuring it was a wrong number.

  When the phone rang for the third time without the beep that let me know someone had left a voice mail, I grumbled and started getting out of bed. Unwrapping myself from Kevin’s monkey-like hold, I started easing off the bed.

  “Just ignore it.” Kevin reached out again to grab me but missed because he hadn’t opened his eyes. He just curled into the pillows and flailed out one hand. “Here. Sleep.”

  “It’s going to drive me crazy.” Digging through my clothes, I finally found my phone. I looked at the screen, but the area where the number should be just said “blocked,” which told me nothing. If it was a telemarketer or someone trying to sell me a cruise, I was going to go nuts on their ass.

  Swiping my finger across the screen, I tried to sound professional just in case one of my clients had actually found a way to have an emergency. “Hello?”

  There was a long pause and for a moment, I thought it was another one of the ridiculous calls I�
��d been getting so often. “I’m sorry. This is just getting—”

  “Jeremy?”

  Shit.

  Evidently, I was too quiet too long because Kevin sat up confused and the voice on the other end of the phone spoke again. “Jeremy?”

  It was my father.

  Chapter 11

  Kevin

  Jeremy was white as a ghost, just staring at the phone.

  “Who is it?” I thought I could guess. She was the only one who’d ever put that look on his face. Throwing myself out of bed, suddenly wide awake, I wrapped my arms around him. Whispering low, I held him tight while he just stared at the phone. “Who is it?”

  I’d guessed wrong.

  “It’s Dad.” His voice was unemotional and flat, but it seemed more like shock than real calm.

  What in the hell did that man want? He hadn’t done anything when we’d left, and in the months we’d been gone, there’d been nothing from him. What had he said? What were we supposed to do? Jeremy didn’t seem like he was ready to do anything but stare at the phone, and I was close enough to finally hear the deep voice coming from the phone asking if Jeremy was still there.

  Not knowing what to do, I took the phone from his hand and held it up to my ear. “Hello?”

  There was a long pause. “Kevin?”

  “Yes.” I wasn’t going to ask how I could help him or anything stupid like that. I didn’t really care how he was doing or what was going on. They’d turned their backs on us. Jeremy must have felt the emotions rolling through me, because he wrapped his arms around me and started caressing my arms soothingly.

  “I’m sorry to…I didn’t mean…” He couldn’t seem to decide what he was trying to say.

  I just waited. He’d either figure his shit out, or I’d hang up on him. Finally, he sighed. “I didn’t mean to upset Jeremy.”

  There was nothing to say that wouldn’t be oversharing. He didn’t need to know what we were going through or how he’d made Jeremy feel. “Why are you calling?”

  A little part of me knew that I’d have reacted differently to this call a couple of months ago. At the beginning of the school year, I would have been so relieved to have heard his voice. Even the glimmer of hope that he understood or could accept us would have had me on edge with anticipation. Now I really didn’t care.

  I’d seen how a real parent handled it when shit got weird.

  They had no right to the titles of Mom and Dad. Michelle had shown both Jeremy and me that parents didn’t have to approve or even get it to still love their children. Hell, she showed us how much we mattered to her in tons of little ways, and she knew about our relationship.

  “I guess I deserve that.” It felt too dramatic, like an actor overplaying a scene, but maybe I was bitter. He took a deep breath, and I leaned into Jeremy’s embrace, trying to calm us both. “I just wanted you to know, give you a bit of a heads up, that your mother has been talking about calling you. I…I told her before your other school breaks that you didn’t answer the phone, but I don’t think I can put her off any longer. If you don’t talk to her when she calls, she might drive out there to see you. And I didn’t think that was something…you would appreciate.”

  There’d been a slight pause in his voice and a hesitation I couldn’t define. What had he been going to say? “Thank you for the warning.”

  There was a long pause before he spoke again. “I’m glad you’re both doing well in school and with the business. I won’t keep you any longer, but…please let me know if there is anything…well…I should…it was good speaking with you, Kevin.”

  When he disconnected the call, I was left staring at the screen. I’d had more personal conversations with the guy at the coffee shop, but as awkward and stiff as the conversation had been, I was still reeling.

  “She’s going to call.” I wasn’t sure if giving us time to worry about it had been a good thing or not. I wasn’t even sure why he thought to tell us about it.

  There were too many options running through my head. I shoved the unrealistic stupid ones to the back of my mind, but the rest didn’t make sense either. Why had he called? From the little he’d said, he was obviously the silent caller who just hung up, but that didn’t make things any clearer.

  Jeremy had been so quiet that when he finally spoke I jumped, making him chuckle a little. “How did he know about school and the business?”

  That was a damned good question.

  “Is the school giving them information again?” We’d talked to everyone from the admissions to the registrar’s office at the beginning of the year to make sure no one could access our personal stuff, and we’d been assured that our records were private.

  “I don’t know.” Jeremy took a deep breath and tightened his hold on me. “I’ll go over while you’re in class tomorrow and find out.”

  He was starting to sound more confident, which had my nerves settling down to a manageable level. “How do they know about how well the business is going?”

  “I don’t know.” Jeremy’s voice was calm, and he kissed my forehead before moving us around to sit on the bed.

  I was half on his lap and half off, probably squishing his legs, but I didn’t move. Being held was what I needed most in that moment.

  We’d made sure that Jeremy’s name didn’t come up connected to the website. If someone looked us up online nothing about the business would show. We didn’t do much with social media, and Jeremy had all those settings so private it would take a subpoena to even find us on some of those websites. When someone searched for the business, it was just listed under the company name and didn’t have our pictures up on it either. The address that was listed was just a PO Box in town, so that wouldn’t have given anyone a clue.

  “Did we tell them about it when we were leaving?” I couldn’t remember if they’d asked about how we would make money or not. Knowing them, it hadn’t even occurred to them to ask, but I just wasn’t sure.

  “No idea.” Jeremy leaned back and pulled me down, so I was tucked in close beside him. Resting my head on his chest, I wrapped my arms around him.

  “At least I’m awake now.”

  Jeremy started laughing, making my head bob up and down on his chest. “Very true. But a nap sounded great, and you were out of it.”

  I sighed and nodded. “Because it was insane and fabulous like I was floating and nothing mattered at all. That totally killed my buzz.”

  He started laughing again. “That sounds ridiculous when you say it that way.”

  “It killed my buzz, dude? Or how about it was a total buzz kill?” He was in stitches, shaking his head.

  “You sound like a bad teen drama like one of those made for TV movies.” He gave me a mock-horrified look.

  Now I was laughing. “Hallmark would not put this show on TV.”

  He nodded but got a wicked look on his face. “I’m not sure anyone would but when they do, I’ll start paying for cable again.”

  I lifted my head up and gave him a quick kiss. “Deal.”

  Before I could settle back down, because that nap was calling my name again, he shook his head. “Work. We’ve got stuff to get done.”

  I sighed dramatically and pouted. “Then dessert and cuddling?”

  Jeremy grinned and gave me a look that said he wasn’t buying my overacting. “Yes.”

  “All right.” I gave him another pout and sighed. “But I’m comfortable.”

  He shook his head and then dug his fingers into my side, making me squirm and laugh. “But you need to get that reading done.”

  “Meanie.” Climbing off the bed, I dodged the fingers that came at me again. I’d let him catch me later, but he was right, I had stuff that needed to be finished. And so did he, more than likely. When we were done, though, all bets were off. Hadn’t he said something about eating his dessert off me?

  ****

  It was the longest lecture ever.

  I wasn’t sure there was a way to make the time go by any slower than my math class
had last semester, but the professor had managed to do it. That probably wasn’t fair to him, but I just wanted out of the class and to see what Jeremy had talked about with the administration.

  As the professor finished up giving some last-minute instructions about an upcoming test, I started shoving stuff into my backpack. When he finally gave the all clear, you can escape wave, I was heading out the door. Dodging between desks and people who were taking entirely too long to leave the room, I was in the hall in seconds.

  Jeremy and I’d agreed that we would meet just outside the building since he wasn’t sure how long the meeting would take or where he would end up finding an empty room to work in. As I walked down the steps, I looked around, not sure if I was going to see him or not.

  “Kevin!” Hearing my name called, I turned toward the sound to see Jeremy walking up the sidewalk along the side of the building.

  I probably looked a little too eager to see him, but it felt like I’d been in that room for days. I met him at the bottom of the steps, nearly bouncing out of my shoes. “What did you find out?”

  “Walk this way with me.” He took my hand and started toward the side of the building again. There was a small group of benches tucked under a few trees that was usually packed during the regular semester but now was empty, so we grabbed one of those and sat down.

  As we got comfortable, he leaned back and tried to give the impression he was relaxed, but it didn’t really look convincing. He was sweet for trying though. I knew it was for my benefit. “Well, I only got a chance to talk to the registrar’s office, but they said they wouldn’t have given information out to anyone, even parents or someone claiming to be a family member.”

  He sat forward and put his elbows on his knees. He kept talking like nothing was wrong, so I didn’t think he realized how much he was wiggling. “Evidently, a few years ago there was a lawsuit against the school because they gave information out about a student to the wrong parent in some kind of custody dispute. The mom sued for breach of privacy or something and cost the school a bundle according to the admin at the registrar’s office. She was convinced that no one would say anything because the new rule is that if you screw up, you’re fired.” Jeremy leaned back and stretched his arms over the bench and shrugged, clearly not sure what to think.